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Characters: Jayne

Summary: This is what Jayne did on Valentine’s Day. NC-17

Author’s Notes: Okay, so this story is the only way I saw Jayne getting any lovin’ on Valentine’s Day. Feedback is always appreciated! Oh and I’d like to give Phaedra a special thanks for the comment about calling Simon “Dr. Love”. I used it to reference him in this story.

Valentine’s Day: JayneBy KaySky

He couldn’t sleep, so he got up early. No one else was usually awake this time of morning, so he decided to wander the ship.

He passed by Inara’s shuttle. He smiled. He thought of the time she brought aboard a woman. Perhaps he was thinking about it too much. A bulge formed in his pants. He continued wandering.

She walked right passed him, coffee in hand, headed towards the passenger dorms. He’d never admit to it, but he was jealous. He knew once she got there, she’d be swept off her feet by Dr. Love. He sighed.

He walked passed the engine room. The little mechanic sure did look good covered in engine grease. Put a gun in her hands and she’d be the next ‘Miss Universe’. Suddenly the gun was gone and so were her clothes. She was leaning against the engine, fully naked, sweaty, and greasy.

Kissing wasn’t really his thing. He walked right up to her and pinned her against the wall. Suddenly his clothes were gone and she was inside him. With every thrust her back thumped against the wall. She smiled at him. She liked it rough. The thrusts became deeper, faster. Her moans were so loud there was no doubt she’d woken up the whole ‘verse. He took her breast in his mouth as he pounded into her even harder. He sucked her nipple, bit her nipple, devoured her nipple. She was crying out his name. She wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Jayne, for the millionth time, what the gorram hell are you doing?” Mal yelled.

Turns out the only real thing in the past few minutes had been him hearing his name. Only it wasn’t originating from the beautiful mechanic’s mouth. It was coming from the not so beautiful captain.

“What?” He yelled back at Mal.
“You’re asking me what?” He roared. “I ain’t the one who’s ruttin’ with the gorram wall.”

Apparently Jayne’s daydream had gotten the best of him. Mal walked in on him thrusting into a non-existent woman pinned up against the wall. “I was just…”

“Don’t need to know. Just stop whatever it was.” Mal walked off.

He sighed. His daydream had felt so real. He continued wandering.

He found himself outside Wash and Zoe’s room. He heard Zoe moaning and Wash talking about chocolate melons. Leave it to Wash to be thinking about food instead of tending to his wife. He’d tend to her if she was his.

Suddenly Zoe was naked and kneeling before him. His cock was in her warm mouth. She massaged his balls in her hand, making him bask in delight. Her lips squeezed tightly around his cock as she moved her head up and down. When she slid her mouth back up, she’d stop to swirl her tongue around his head. Ever so gently she bit down. Not enough to hurt, just enough to send a shiver running down his spine.

She placed her hand on the lower part of his shaft. Her mouth and hand were now working as one. Up and down. Up and down. Tongue swirling all around. She was moaning with each motion, causing little vibrations to dance over his member. He felt like he was going to explode.

“Spontaneous combustion is rare.” The gentle voice forced him back to reality.

“Ain’t you got somewhere to be?” He growled.

“No, I’m done being selfish.”

“Ain’t that nice.” He was beyond sexually frustrated. He pushed the young girl out of his way and headed towards his bunk.

He opened the hatch, climbed down the latter, and just about had a heart attack. There they were; the warrior, the goddess, and the girl next door. All naked, all walking towards him, ripping off his clothes.

He’s thrown onto the bed. Three sets of lips are pressing up against his body. The warrior is demanding. She takes what she wants. The goddess is knowledgeable. She knows where his erogenous zones are and exactly what to do with them. The girl next door is compassionate. She gives before taking, always wanting to please him.

The goddess rides your stallion while the warrior talks dirty in your ear. The girl next door is running her fingertips across your chest. He takes a breast in each hand, squeezing hard. He’s ridden to his climax; his stallion releases its glory. He lays exhausted on his bed.

The three girls decide they want more. They turn their eyes on each other. Naughty grins emerge on their faces. He stares at them, watching to see who will make the first move.

*Knock* “Jayne,” *Knock* “are you in there Jayne?”

He awoke.

*Knock* “Jayne, if you are in there, dinner is ready.”

He heard the Shepherd. He didn’t respond. He didn’t want dinner. He wanted to fall back asleep and finish enjoying his Valentine’s Day.

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